Dear Farm Journal,
In meditation, I’m unearthing a serenity, a cogency to allay the affliction of human cognition. Inviting a mindful awareness into my thought world has furloughed me from a perpetual loop of pessimistic and limiting speculations. My attention is being ejected from internal egoic functions and landing in the magnetism of the natural world. Mother Nature streams into my consciousness from all angles; another set of twin fawns, wild mushrooms, ancient ferns, efflorescence, sprawling vines, wise old trees, cheerful cumulus, shining sunbeams, and sparkling stones. Each of them have appeared to narrate their own story, if we care to turn our head.